"What is wrong with you today?!" 

For the fifth time in a minute, The Doctor yelled at the console of his old time-machine. It was tossing and turning violently from side to side and had been doing for the past 10 minutes. The Doctor still hadn't figured out what was wrong, mainly because he couldn't get near any of the controls for being thrown about. Eventually, he managed to grab onto the edge of a panel, holding on for dear life as he began to push buttons and input controls to try and calm the ship down. 

"We're out of the vortex..." The Doctor muttered to himself as he pulled the monitor around to face him, Gallifreyan symbols flying around the screen. "We're crashing!" 

Before the Doctor could even attempt to find something to grab onto, the TARDIS lurched to the left and the Doctor was thrown across the floor, landing awkwardly on his back which caused him to yelp in pain. Another groan of the rotor and the TARDIS flipped to the right, taking the Doctor with it again. This time he managed to save himself by landing on the jump seat, but his back continued to throb uncomfortably.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of more violent shakes, the TARDIS emitted a large thud and slowly settled, the rotor coming to a stop within seconds. Smoke was billowing out from the cracks in the console. The Doctor released his clutching hands from the jump seat, panting furiously from the ordeal. He slowly got to his feet, having to hold his back as he straitened up. 

"Well, haven't had an episode like that in a while, old girl," The Doctor said to his ship, patting it affectionately with his free hand. "We're both not at young as we used to be, can't afford to be knocked around like that anymore, girl." He glanced at the monitor but it was fuzzy from the crash. If he wanted to know where he was was, he'd have to go out and see. 

Wandering over to the doors, he threw them open amidst the smoke that was filling the console room. It wasn't until he heard a slight yelp and heard someone fall flat on the ground that he realised he had obviously startled someone. Quickly jumping out of the TARDIS doors, trying not to wince as his back protested, he got a glance of the broken trees and fresh air, and also a young fellow who was sprawled out on the ground in front of him. The young lad was in quiet a daze, and the Time Lord didn't hesitate to offer his hand to him. 

"Hello, I'm the Doctor. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"